Many moons ago I was born in a biggest city in Central New York. I live the quintescential CNY life for 21 years. Skiing, shovelling driveways and hot cider filled my winters. Wet boots, robins and Heid’s HotDogs occupied my springs. Humidity, swimming pools and Viki’s Tasty Freeze filled my summers… Fall, there really isn’t like Fall in Update New York… It’s plain magical.
I ate pasta 3 times a week.. ate pizza on Fridays. Spent many hours at Coursel Center. Santangelo’s in Liverpool knew my name. I knew that a car you drive when it’s snowing is a Winter Rat. At a young age I learn that small potatoes boiled in salt water, slathered with butter is quite close to heaven.
Sixteen years ago, I moved to CA with my Mom. Nothing has been the same.
For about 5 years I had dual NY/CA citizenship.
Now, I believe I’m a Californian. I can talk on my cellphone, put on mascara and drink my coffee all while traveling down the 405 at 80mph. Hey, don’t fool yourself… this is an important CA Talent!
Here we are… a month until I find myself, back in what was “Home”. It’s been 6 years.
Can I go home again?
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Jackson Browne Lyrics
” Looking Into You ”
Well I looked into a house I once lived in
Around the time I first went on my own
When the roads were as many as the places I had dreamed of
And my friends and I were one
Now the distance is done and the search has begun
I’ve come to see where my beginnings have gone
Oh the walls and the windows were still standing
And the music could be heard at the door
Where the people who kindly endured my odd questions
Asked if I came very far
And when my silence replied they took me inside
Where their children sat playing on the floor
Well we spoke of the changes that would find us farther on
And it left me so warm and so high
But as I stepped back outside to the grey morning sun
I heard that highway whisper and sigh
Are you ready to fly?
And I looked into the faces all passing by
It’s an ocean that will never be filled
And the house that grows older and finally crumbles
That even love cannot rebuild
It’s a hotel at best, you’re here as a guest
You oughta make yourself at home while you’re waiting for the rest
Well I looked into dream of the millions
That one day the search will be through
Now here I stand at the edge of my embattled illusions
Looking into you
The great song traveler passed through here
And he opened my eyes to the view
And I was among those who called him a prophet
And I asked him what was true
Until the distance had shown how the road remains alone
Now I’m looking in my life for a truth that is my own
Well I looked into the sky for my anthem
And the words and the music came through
But words and music can never touch the beauty that I’ve seen
Looking into you – and that’s true
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